And thou, Augufta! rife and wait

With decent honours on the great; Condole my lofs, and weep Devonia's fate.

AIR. [with flutes.]

Queen of cities! leave a while
Thy beauteous finile,

Turn to tender grief thy joy.
From thy fhore of Thames replying,
Gentleft echoes fainting, dying,

Shall their forrow too employ.
Queen of cities! leave awhile
Thy beauteous fmile,
Turn to tender grief thy joy.

AUGUST A.

RECITATIVE.

'Tis fame's chief immortality,
Britannia, to be mourn'd by thee.
I know the lofs; from midnight skies
Ill omens late did strike my eyes;
Near the radiant northern car
I look'd, and faw a falling ftar.

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Great George! whose azure emblems of renown Are the fair gifts of Britain's crown,

Patron of my illuftrious ifle!

Thou faw'ft thy order late expreft

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With added brightness on Devonia's breast; Meet the companion knight, and own him with a smile.

DUETTO FOR BRITANNIA

AND AUGUSTA.

BRIT. To fhade his peaceful grave,
Let growing palms extend!

AUG. To grace his peaceful grave,
Let hovering Loves attend!

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BRIT. And wakeful Fame defend,
AUG. And grateful Truth commend,
BотH. The generous and the brave!

AUGUST A.

RECITATIVE.

Now shall Augufta's fons their skill impart,.
And fummon the dumb fifter art,

In marble life to fhow,

What the patriot was below.

Here, let a weeping Cupid ftand,

And wound himself with his own dart;

There place the ducal crown, the sword, the wand,. The mark of Anna's truft and his command.

AIR.

Lofty birth and honours shining,
Bring a light on noble minds.
Every courtly grace combining,
Every generous action joining,
With eternal laurel binds.
Lofty birth and honours shining,
Bring a light on noble mind's.

BRITANNIA.

RECITATIVE.

Behold fair Liberty attend,

And in Devonia's lofs bewail a friend.

See! o'er his tomb perpetual lamps she lights,

Then, on his urn the goddess writes..

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Preferve, O urn! his filent duft,
"Who faithful did obey
"Princes like Anna good and just,
"Yet fcorn'd his freedom to betray;
And, hated by all tyrants, chofe
"The glory to have fuch his foes."

AUGUST A.

RECITATIVE.

Genius of Britain give thy forrows o'er..
A grateful tribute thou haft paid
To thy Devonia's noble fhade;

Now, vainly weep the dead no more!
For fee-the duke and patriot still survives,
And in his Great Succeffor lives.

BRITANNI A.

RECITATIVE.

I own the new arising light,

I see paternal grandeur shine,
Defcending, through th' illuftrious line,

In the fame royal favours bright.

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Laft DUETTO, with all the inftruments.
BRIT. Gently smooth thy flight, O time!
AUG. Smoothly wing thy flight, O time!

BOTH. And as thou flying groweft old,
Still this happy race behold
In Britannia's court fublime,

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BRIT. Lead along their smiling hours;
AUG. Long produce their fmiling hours;
BOTH. Bleft by all aufpicious powers.
BRIT. Gently fmooth thy flight, O time!
AUG. Smoothly wing thy flight, O time!
BOTH. And as thou flying growest old,

Still this happy race behold

In Britannia's court fublime.

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Spoken by Mr. MILLS,

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At the Queen's Theatre, on his Benefit-Night, February 16, 1709; a little before the Duke of Marlborough's going for Holland.

WHETHER our stage all others does excell

In ftrength of wit, we'll not presume to tell:
But this, with noble, conscious pride, we'll fay,
No Theatre fuch glories can difplay;

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Such worth conspicuous, beauty fo divine,
As in one British audience mingled fhine.
Who can, without amazement, turn his fight,
And mark the awful circle here to-night?
Warriors, with ever-living laurels, brought
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Here fit; whofe matchless story shall adorn
Scenes yet unwrit, and charm e'en ages yet unborn.
Yet who would not expect fuch martial fire,

That fees what eyes those gallant deeds inspire ?